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October 2008

i read a lot while i was growing up, and while i was growing up i read a lot of science fiction .... this was the classical period, with the all-time great sci-fi writers: silverberg and sheckley; bradbury, pohl, and asimov; mathesson and heinlein; bester and bloch, on and on and on .... it was a wonderful time and a wonderful time to be reading forays into the future; i lived in a world that was fraught with possibility and promise while reading about worlds of promise and possibilities .....

i'd written a lot and wanted to write more, but it was all fragmented and chaotic .... i've been distracted, and not just because of the sheer weight of the toxic absurdities littering our political landscape .... i just haven't the strength or resolve to cite them, chapter and verse, so i'll just let it go at that .....

anyway, i'll be down for a couple of weeks or more, with one arm neatly wrapped in a sling, recuperating from shoulder surgery ....

i haven't written for a couple of weeks .... did you notice? part of that's been our spin in an ever-widening gyre of absurdity, preposterosity, anusness, and moral rectumtude, all of it fecaliferous, whether i write or not .... i'm about at the point where i just can't summon the self-righteous indignation i need, or call upon the genetic coding that predisposes me to occupying the moral high ground, that's carried me through all the republican administrations and imperial wars of the past .....